Of love and commitment…
Cherish the Rain
I know she’s in pain
And there’s nothing I can do
But cherish the rain
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Monthly Archives: December 2011
Twice Thought She’d Die
In the fight…
Twice Thought She’d Die
The seatbelt saved her and then almost killed her
She was about in the middle of the bridge that day
And twice thought she’d die. She landed safe then slid in the water
As water rushed in she had to find a way
Out
Struggling with her seatbelt she found enough play
To get out
With the water coming in over her head
She climbed out and started to swim. When she turned about
To look back she saw water instead
Of her car. It had vanished
Sunk like lead
Battered and broken she made it shore and found rest
Lying on shore she called the man she would wed
A young woman stayed by her side talking lest
She panic or coma overtake her, or just to comfort her where she lay
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From – Bridges Don’t Fall Down: Stories from the I35W Bridge Collapse
Hard to Go
In contemplation…
Hard to Go
After thirty years it’s hard to go
But life unfolds in its own mysterious way
Though one thing’s known as he stands to face this new day
The unfolding will be forward so
The looking back will be for fun
The challenge and the life to live remain out there
Or here. Just as he left land for adventure flying at sea
Now he sends those he’s taught to find their own way in the Navy
In leading them to do so he must himself dare
New footsteps just as if he were young
So new adventures begin to show
That life is always onward and into the fray
And his manner is to embrace it come what may
Still, it’s hard to go
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Into My Life
Regarding love and commitment…
Into My Life
I must wonder how
Such joy came into my life
But must let go now
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This Road Is Not Abrupt
Celebrating life…
This Road Is Not Abrupt
Young and sweet she reminds me
Of so many young people that I have seen
Full of life and verve
Not jaded by all that has not yet occurred
Ambition
Full and ready but still somewhat dismayed by the pending decisions
Demanded by life
In this time that is so rife
With change
Of grand implications and extensive range
I can remember those times
Of high excitement and wondrous worry in attempting to define
What I’m to be now that I’m to be grown up
In the midst of sipping from life’s overflowing cup
The question sparkles within her eyes
And here spirit flies
Upon the winds of this quest
The adventure that’s borne me all these years now confessed
No, this road is not abrupt
What will I do when I’m finally all grown up?
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Tons of Rocks
Of the fight…
Tons of Rocks
Ten times over the bridge that day
Signs banging then the road dropped likesome tons of rocks
Cars and trucks were tumbling and fell like they were blocks
Sliding backward time to pray
And jump
But the driver cracked
His spine when the landing jarred
His back hard
Then had to be strapped
To a stretcher and carried out in a painful lump
The passenger was able to stray
getting out and looking around he took stock
And found two trying to get out of a car that looked like a crushed box
Helping them out together they walked away
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From – Bridges Don’t Falls Down: Stories from the I35W Bridge Collapse
Air Nor Blood
Of the fight…
Air Nor Blood
Was a panic tap
Neither his air nor blood cut
Was his will got smashed
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Missed But Still
Regarding love and commitment…
Missed But Still
How did we miss each other?
Both looking for what a partner could not guess
Being human we often fail this kind of test
But being human and in love we’ll continue to bother
To try
Of ourselves we will demand
Because love is more than just the good times
And even in the discordant moments that don’t rhyme
We will do it again and
We’ll cry
Then try again because we care knowing the pain can’t smother
The ever deepening love to which we’ve both confessed
Something neither of us would have ever guessed
Missed but still with each other
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Dancing Swirl
Of love and commitment…
An excerpt from…
Dancing Swirl
Too old to want advice
Too young to know it’s still needed
Determined regardless what I pleaded
I pray there’s no high price?
My little girl
That I used to hold in one hand
A little bundle I’d cuddle and rock to sleep
Her happy cries of glee when I came home would greet
My notice her antics did demand
She was a dancing swirl…
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Bruce Renewed
Of redemption…
The Bruce Was Renewed
The Earl of Pembroke pursued
Robert’s band
While The Bruce desperately devised a new plan
But there remained that ill omened action he still rued
Wasn’t the killing itself
But that it was done upon holy altar
So Bruce paused by Tyndrum at Strathfillan past Loch Tay
Kneeling before the Abbot of Inchafray
Absolved once more for the sacrilege at Greyfriars
Robert’s spiritual health
With the mantel of piety was again imbued
At the shrine of St. Fillan
Of Glenlochart. There on ancient holy land
The Bruce was renewed
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